I'm a dork...and it's ok.

A couple of years ago, my lovely baby sister Eileen reminded me that I was old and a dork. It's not as bad as it seems, but she happened to call me the day my full view storm door was installed and I was excited, giddy even. To her 26 year old brain, I was the ultimate bore. How can one get so excited about a door. I told her that someday she would understand and she said that she hoped not.

Well, it's happened again. Me getting excited about the mundane, I mean. And here it is...



Can you see it?

Do you know what I'm talking about?

If you live out here in the boondocks of the "Far Northwest Suburbs of Chicago" you know what I'm talking about.

I haven't seen a "real" mailtruck in 6 years!

I cannot tell you how annoying it has been to me to see the mail carrier cruising around in their personal vehicle or when you get behind that person not realizing it's the mailman and have them stop short. Or try to explain to people who enjoy making fun of the fact that you live in a town famous for the Turkey Testicle Festival that the hunk of junk outside your house is the car delivering your mail.

I feel like I live in a real town now.

I'm proud of my podunk town for finally entering this millenium and getting me a freakin' mail truck!

I'm a dork.

I know.